Reincarnation of Nikola Tesla in another world-Chapter 4: Whispers of the Past

The fire had nearly died, its warmth barely reaching me, but something inside felt different after that tiny spark I'd made. It wasn't much—just a flicker of flame from a worn-out fire amulet. But that small burst of magic had stirred something deep within me.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the tingling sensation in my hand. The air still felt warm, and I tried to grasp that feeling again. This time, something shifted—not in the hearth, but in my mind.

Images flashed behind my closed eyes. Not vague memories but sharp, vivid ones. Then I noticed something strange. Near the hearth, just above the dying embers, the air shimmered. It twisted, tiny sparks of blue-white energy rising through it. From that swirling energy, a shape began to form.

A pigeon.

White feathers, gray-tipped wings. But this was no ordinary bird—small sparks flew around it, and its eyes glowed uncontrollably. It landed on the hearthstone and fixed its gaze on me.

Then, in a voice that wasn't a voice at all but something clear inside my mind, it spoke.

"Nikola. It's been a while."

I just stared, my thoughts scrambling to make sense of what I was seeing. A pigeon talking? And that voice... why did it feel so familiar? why has everything stopped?

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"What... what are you?" I whispered, my throat dry.

The pigeon ruffled its feathers, tiny sparks jumping from its wing. "Call me Spark. I'm a friend. A messenger. Maybe even a part of you."

It hopped closer, looking at me with an odd kind of patience. "You're remembering, Nikola. Little pieces, echoes... it's all starting to come back."

And just like that, the memories flooded. Not as clear images, but as feelings. The thrill of discovery, the of happiness of invention, the way my creations used in the world. And then the bitterness—the betrayals, the loss, being forgotten. But through it all, there was warmth. The memory of a white pigeon that had visited me when I was alone.

Tears blurred my vision. My fingers trembled as I reached out, and Spark moved closer, pressing against my hand. The touch was... grounding.

I glanced around at the others, sleeping near the fire. Marga dozed in her chair. Aldric's brow furrowed even in sleep, Lirien clutched a bright scrap of fabric, and Mira curled up tight, her breathing slow and steady. We weren't bound by blood, but by survival. A kind of family, in a world that had little kindness to spare.

But something was pulling at me, something beyond these walls. I looked at Spark, then at the old fire amulet in my hand. A door had opened inside me, and I couldn't ignore it.

And then my thoughts turned to the nobles. The ones in their grand estates, hoarding power while the rest of us scraped by. The ones who built systems that used people up and cast them aside. It was no different here than in my past life. The powerful took away, snatching, and the rest suffered.

As Spark pressed against my hand, warmth surged through me—not just physical warmth, but something deeper, something that reached inside and stirred up things I didn't understand.

Then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, Spark began to fade. The light around him dimmed, his glowing eyes softened, and as he dissolved into the air, his final words echoed in my mind.

"Live your live worthy this time."

And then he was gone. a fine white feather dropped in his place, shining bright initially then becoming normal feather.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. My fingers twitched where he had touched me, but the warmth was already fading. My chest felt tight, like something had been ripped away.

I sat there, staring at the empty space where he had been, trying to steady my breathing. But the questions crashed into me all at once.

What was that? What had I just seen? And more importantly... who was Nikola Tesla?

The name felt foreign, yet it stuck to me like something I should know. And those images —why did they feel so familiar? like those nightmares. The ones that came to me in sleep, where shadowy voices whispered things I didn't understand. I had always ignored them, told them off as strange dreams, but now... now they didn't seem like dreams at all.

I clenched my fists, heart pounding in my ears. Something was wrong. Something was missing. And I needed to find out what.

That night, beneath a dark sky, I slipped out of the orphanage. Spark's feather inside my coat. I turned back once, looking at Braelor's Rest—just a place among other. A pang of sadness hit me. I was leaving behind the only home I'd known in this world.

Then I turned forward and walked into the night. why?

i do not know but i could never live here now. my mind wanted to do something else- incomprehensible but still something. my heart longed for it to be done. But as to what it was i was unaware. yet.